Eulogy For Father

INTRO Running, I was running as fast as I could. I was trying to catch up with father. It was easy, because I was used to running. That was all my father and I ever did. It seemed like every time we finally found I hide out we ran. My father was an outlaw, and I was his child. Everyone was hunting him, because of all the terrible things he did. I didn't know exactly what he did. He would never tell me. Everyone hated him, even my mother. My mother used to call us terrible names. He was a no-good stupid son of a bitch, and I.. I was the devil's child. She swore that the devil cursed her with me. I never understood that. I had her green eyes, lips, and the same brown hair. I had my dad's tan skin tone, and awesome ability to fix EVERYTHING. It's to bad I couldn't fix any of this. My mother died when I was four. I watched her death. Two of the men my dad worked with broke into our home while our dad was away. Apparently my mom finally broke off the affair with the tall one.
It was a small little place. I probably would not even classify as a house. I looked through a window, and found a man. He was tall, and a little scrawny. His hair was brown, and his skin tone was similar to that girl I saw today. They're probably siblings, I thought to myself. I went to the back, hoping there was a way in. There was no back door in this "house". This made everything so much easier. I could just walk in, stab him, and get out. I went in, and carefully snook my way into the parlor. I thought I was being stealthy, but I was wrong. We started fighting, but it wasn't a fair fight. My weapon was a machete, and his was a bow&arrow. My machete helped me block most of the arrows. So, I decided to do this until he ran out. He only had a few to begin with anyways. He was down to his last arrow, and I was feeling super lucky. He shot the arrow straight at my chest. Before I realized what was going on the arrow went deep into my